Tales Of Remnant

In the midst of the darkened roses, a girl ventured forth, her body adorned with scars from battles unknown. Undeterred, she continued her path until she reached the heart of that eerie realm.

There, a solitary grave stood before her. With an air of melancholic assurance, she perched atop the tombstone, a wistful smile gracing her lips. The moonlight filtered through the twisted branches above, casting an ethereal glow upon her face.

With a dark smile upon her face, she said, "Revenge has blinded me, my brother."

"Veil of Thorns"

The girl stepped onto her balcony, surrounded by nothing but glass, suspended high above the ground. With a majestic pen in hand, she began to inscribe her story with a hint of ferocity,

"The tale of siblings, two outsiders amidst ordinary beings. Both brothers, captivated by a girl from their school, yet oblivious to the other's infatuation.

That girl, as silent as the grave and as serene as the ocean, held the key to their hearts. Little did they know their desires converged on a single target.

One fateful day, daring to escape the mundane, the brothers embarked on an ocean ride, seeking adventure. But the gods of fate had darker plans, as the storm unleashed its wrath upon their lives.

Enveloped in its tempestuous fury, the brothers found themselves torn apart, adrift in different corners of the treacherous ocean. The relentless storm separated them, altering their lives forever and that storm name is "Draconian"

As the girl's pen danced across the pages, she etched a story of love, loss, and untamed forces.

"Losers are those who attempt to pen their future but, entangled in the present, they lose their way."

"Family rituals"

Characters:"Draconian"

"Heroin"

"Yearn"

"Lavish"

Brain of-"yuno-d"

"Beginning"

"Ring ring ring ring."

The clock chimed, signaling the end of a school day and the beginning of a night full of possibilities. Draconian, a student with a mysterious allure, found herself engrossed in the creation of her novel.

As she wrote, one teacher's curiosity was piqued, and with a smile, she inquired, "Ah, so you're working hard on your story?"

Draconian corrected with conviction, "Novel, not story."

The teacher playfully retorted, "What's the difference between them, silly?"

With a glint of determination in her eyes, Draconian explained, "A story is one that kids love to hear while drifting off to sleep. But this is my novel, a tale that even adults fear to behold."

Teacher, "Whatever, yesterday while you were outside, I checked your novel. It was nice. Can you tell me what's gonna happen after that? After those two brothers go in different ways?"

Draconian, "After that, the ocean will swallow both of them. And then, the storm and the ocean become unexpected friends for the first time. The storm connects with the ocean, and that lucky ocean name is 'Heroin'."

Teacher uttered,"ouh, expensive."

The teacher inquired further, "What will happen after that? Looks like I'm investing too much in your story."

Draconian met the teacher's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of mystery and warning. "Don't delve too deep, for that abyss can consume even the most resolute souls. If I reveal everything now, there will be nothing left to unveil in the end."

The teacher nodded, understanding the significance of preserving the story's intrigue. "I see. I will eagerly await the unfolding of your tale, embracing each twist and turn as it reveals itself."

Draconian gathered her belongings, packing her bag, and offered a cautionary word to her teacher, "Read it at your own risk, for the revelations within may stir your very soul and bring forth heart-stopping surprises."

Draconian walked beside her teacher, an aura of enigma surrounding her.

In the silence of the night, the teacher couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation,Taking a deep breath to steady, the teacher tried to dismiss her unease. "Huss, she is dangerous, even her stares"

Draconian found herself walking alone in the school hallway when she received a message from her brother, "Today I'm going out with my friends to finish some work."

She couldn't help but let out a dark smile and replied, "Bravo."

After school, she made her way to the train station, taking a train to head home. Upon arriving at her street, she noticed the dimly lit and sparsely populated surroundings. As she walked, the unsettling sound of a camera shutter caught her attention. She turned back to find a man following her.

"I might not be talkative, but I can hear everything. What did you click? And why?" she questioned him.

The man remained silent, refusing to respond to her inquiry.

She approached him, her eyes fixed on him with an intense gaze. "Am I your spirit? That you believe I can hear your inner thoughts?" With a swift move, she snatched his phone and dropped it to the ground.

Enraged, the man snapped back, "What did you do to my phone, you idiot! You're gonna pay for this."

Her demeanor remained unaffected as she retorted, "Too much beauty on your mobile can affect it, so."

Draconian began to walk towards her house, but the man, driven by anger, pulled out a knife and attempted to attack her. She managed to evade the attack, her sudden agility surprising the man.

Mocking her change in behavior, he taunted, "What happened to your attitude? Now you're like a softy cat?"

Draconian's heart raced as she darted through small spaces, trying to escape. Her survival instincts kicked in, and she found herself trapped against a wall. With no way to run, the man closed in, knife in hand.

Draconian's body trembled with fear as she pleaded, "Please don't do this, I'm begging you, please."

The man seemed taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor. "Huh, there's nowhere to run for you. You trapped yourself with your own legs," he taunted, believing he had the upper hand.

As he moved closer to her, his intentions were clear, Draconian's fear grew. He began to harass her, offering a sinister proposition, "I'll give you a chance to live, the same chance you can give me."

Terrified, she continued to shake her head, repeating, "No, don't do this."

But Draconian was quick-witted and resourceful. While he drew closer, she discreetly retrieved a pen from her pocket, a pen that could transform into a hidden knife.

In a sudden and skillful move, she swiftly plunged the knife into the man's stomach as he approached. He gasped in pain, taken by surprise at her unexpected retaliation.

Draconian's demeanor shifted once more, a glint of triumph in her eyes. "You were trapped here, not me," she proclaimed.

With a playful edge, she warned, "Don't get into pathetic cat meowing."It can transform like its seven lives."

The man, now dying, begged for help. Draconian, seemingly unfazed by his plea, replied, "Asking for life from the hands of death?"

He pleaded further, "I was just joking, please help me now, I'm begging."

Her response was cold, "Never beg for your life, but I do love charity."

As the man's pain intensified, Draconian observed, "Your acting was convincing. But I despise leaving stains, "Finishing it is better than leaving pathetic stains."

She poured fire onto his pain, both metaphorically and literally, and with a swift kick, he was propelled upwards, meeting his end.

The night air bore witness to the chilling scene, as Draconian stood there, her heart still pounding.

she declared, "I have never known regret in my life, and I never will."

With a hint of wisdom in her eyes, she mused, "Losers are those who attempt to script their future but end up losing themselves in the present."

With a mischievous smile, she gazed at the moon and playfully corrected herself, "First blood, oops, my mistake."

And without hesitation, she licked the blood, savoring the taste of her triumph.

"Chapter-1"